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"You can only say that you're not skilled enough to treat our prince like a little white mouse, but you're clearly wrong, yet you're making even more mistakes and don't even dare to admit it. What about your medical morals?" Xiaoyu glared at him furiously.

Everyone lowered their heads guiltily. Although some of them were young and had not participated in the treatment, the profession of royal physician was basically inherited. Therefore, they all knew the details of the diagnosis.

Could it be that the ninth prince had already found a way to deal with them? Everyone muttered in their hearts, but no one dared to ask.

Little Fishy did indeed have some thoughts, but it was just that she needed some people who took life seriously. These imperial doctors were too hateful, if they didn't use some warm medicine or some vicious medicine, wouldn't they know the right medicine?

"Ninth wangfei, there was something wrong with our plan all those years ago. Although we tried our best to remedy the situation afterwards, the prince …" He couldn't stand up anymore, so he said with guilt.

Xiaoyu took a deep breath, "Ladies and gentlemen, Xiaoyu is not just showing off. Everyone asks yourself, how has the Prince been tormented by you all these years?"

In order to survive that year, they had used poison on Night Nine to suppress the poison. In fact, they did not feel well, because they knew that pain was not something an ordinary person could endure, and they were even afraid that Night Nine would commit suicide because they could not endure it. Every day, they would be on tenterhooks and their hearts would tremble from fear, and sometimes, they would even hope that the Ninth Prince would suddenly offend the Emperor, and in his anger, he would no longer care about the Ninth Prince.

"The parent heart of a healer." Little Fishy said faintly.

If it wasn't for her grandfather forcing her to learn acupuncture and moxibustion, there would be many books on traditional Chinese medicine in her family. Because she lived in the Imperial Hospital and had plenty of time, she had someone bring her to the Imperial Study to read.

However, the more she knew, the angrier she got, and the more of an enemy she was to be the doctor. It was clearly better to kill him, it had been more than ten years, and he looked wealthy, but his life was not a good one, when he was really hot in the summer, maybe his body was so cold that he could freeze, or maybe he wanted to scratch his skin, or maybe there were thousands of ants in his body and bite him … However, this kind of life lasted for more than a decade, over a decade, longer than the days of the War of Resistance. What was the difference between this group of inhumane doctors and the 731 (Japanese Bacteriological Corps)? Could it be that in their eyes, Little Jiu was really just a piece of wood?

Doctor Lu was the first to kneel down. These days when he had interacted with Fishy, he felt that Fishy was different from other girls. Many of her thoughts were unbelievable, even shocking. For example, she often said, "Doctors only have patients, regardless of nobility or inferiority, regardless of gender."

However, Imperial Physician Lu felt that it was right. His great-grandfather had personally delivered the baby to his great-grandmother, and this matter was only recorded in the family tree. The records said that someone later accused his great-grandfather of using his identity as a doctor to do the work of a midwife. Grandfather replied, "I only have patients in my eyes, no pregnant women."

Imperial Physician Lu was quite prestigious in the royal hospital. Some people kneeled down when they saw him. Who said that men had gold at their knees? Bullshit. People who worked for the royal family were born with long knees that were good at kneeling.

The only thing she felt happy about was that she could be considered upper-class, even though most people looked down on her, but she still had some power. Of course, this power came from the love that Xiao Jiu had for her, and because Xiao Jiu was her most treasured person in the world, when she saw the poison in Xiao Jiu's body, the emperor would only hate her, the more he understood her, the more he hated her, and if she wasn't a good murderer, he would have killed her sooner, and even if he didn't dare to kill her, she wouldn't dare to kill him.

Little Fishy helplessly looked at Ye Jiu Mei. She would rather these people were more vicious and cruel to her. That way, she would naturally have a reasonable excuse. However, facing these bunch of weaklings, she was too embarrassed to show her might.

"You heartless bastards. Do you think This King will let you off just because you're begging for mercy?" This little fish was still too soft-hearted. He could not beg for mercy now, and had to be even more vicious than Little Fishy, or else, these people would vent all their hatred on her, after all, without the protection of the royal family, Little Fishy was nothing. They might not dare to do anything to them, but it was too easy for them to bring down a woman.

"Take them all down and cut them down." Night Nine said coldly.

"Ninth Prince, have mercy, have mercy!" When the imperial doctors heard this, they hurriedly shouted.

Normally, they wouldn't be afraid in the palace, but right now, the people surrounding them were all people of the Ninth Marquis. All the imperial physicians were regretting their decision to send these two to see the King of Hell together, but then again, if that really happened, the Emperor would have beheaded them on the same day as well, and would have even taken the lives of their family members. Do you think it would have been easy to become an imperial physician?

"Little Nine, forget it. Just punish them. After all, you are still alive."

Hearing this, Night Nine's chest ached, and he clutched it.

Xiaoyu looked at him anxiously, "Lil 'Nine, what's wrong?"

The palpitations lasted for a while before they passed, and Night Nine's hand gently rested on the little fish's head, stroking her hair.

"Yeah, I'm still alive, and they still think it's their work." Only he knew that this was not the case. All these years, he had lived in so much pain just because his mother had kept him alive.

"Pull it down, all of you." These people deserved to die, they deserved to die. They thought that he had lost his consciousness, that he had been unconscious for the past few days, and that they were speaking in front of him without any reservations. In fact, he could hear them, but he couldn't move, he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't speak.